January 12th 1997
Hogwarts, England
Harry began to undo his pants. Tracey looked at Harry, wide-eyed as his long, very thick cock sprang out, with a bead of precum already forming on the tip. Tracey looked at it with eyes that cycled between surprise, awe, and even a little fear. Her mouth hung open slightly, her breathing heavier.
Just a half hour ago as Harry and Daphne left the Great Hall for a simple walk around the castle they had been cornered by one of Daphne's friends Tracey Davis.
Having seen Harry around so many girls recently Tracey had gotten curious about Harry and how he was in bed.
So the three of them had gone to one of the nearby abandoned classrooms so they could have some fun.
Daphne slid up behind Tracey, gently wrapping her arms around her stomach, her hands trailing upward and gently squeezing Tracey's tits. Tracey moaned, softly.
Daphne trailed one of her hands down so it fell toward Tracey's thighs. Though Tracey held them together at first, another squeeze to her tit parted them slightly, enough that Daphne could press her fingers into Tracey's groin through her skirt. Tracey moaned again, a deeper, needier moan than her first as Daphne began to circle her fingers.
Harry picked up where Daphne left off, sliding closer to Tracey
Tracey first looked from Daphne, then to Harry, then leaned in and kissed Harry. He made out with her, trying to start her off slow. Her lips were soft and delectable, and after a few moments like this Tracey caught onto his pace.
Then she reached for his cock with one of her hands, touching it slightly, then wrapping her hand experimentally around the head. Curious, Tracey rolled her palm over the precum and spread it across the head, inexpertly jacking his cock in a way that didn't feel all that bad. She needed some practice, but she was definitely a natural.
Daphne was kissing her neck, and Harry had started getting his hands in on the act, squeezing at Tracey's tits, occasionally reaching around her to do the same to Daphne. Eventually, Harry settled on moving one of his hands between Tracey's thighs, pulling up her skirt and replacing Daphne's hand with his, gently running circles over Tracey's pussy through her panties.
They were nearly soaked through, and with her skirt up Harry could smell the rich scent of her cunt. he wanted more, so he pushed her panties to the side, running his fingers up and down the hot, wet folds of her pussy.
Tracey moaned as Harry curled his fingers around her pussy, slipping his index and forefinger into her unbelievably tight lips while running circles over her engorged clit with his thumb.
Daphne pulled Tracey close to her, squeezing her tits and licking her ear.
Tracey bit her lip. " OH MY FUCK!"
Tracey screamed loudly, bucking and shaking against both Harry and Daphne. Harry was worried someone might have heard us. Daphne must've been on the same wavelength, but she had the novel solution of deeply kissing Tracey. Her scream was cut off, replaced by a high whimper as she made out with Daphne and came down from her orgasm.
It took forever, but finally, Tracey's orgasm calmed, her bucking slowing, her eyes lidding over as a look of great contentment crossed her face. Daphne and her making out was no longer an act of desperation but one of great need. Their kissing slowed, and after a few gentle kisses that spread some of Daphne's lipstick across her lips, Tracey parted.
Tracey leaned over, her face inches away from Harry's cock, eying it reverently. She reached out slowly, trying to wrap her hand around the base of his cock and finding her fingers couldn't reach each other. Harry shuddered at her soft touch, the feeling of her breath on the tip of his cock.
Tentatively she stuck out her tongue, licking the bottom of his cockhead, tasting the slightest hint of my precum. Harry shivered. So did Tracey, for that matter. Daphne herself egged her on, pressing Tracey forward. Tracey ran her tongue all over the head, licking up as much of the precum as she could, moaning softly at the taste. Her tongue was electric against Harry and it took all he could not to grab her and facefuck her into oblivion right there, but thankfully she wanted more than just a taste. Much more.
Tracey parted her plump lips in anticipation, reaching the head of his cock and wrapping them around it. Even opening as wide as she could, she could barely get the head in without some difficulty, but Daphne's insistent pressure on the back of her neck and whispered advice on how to relax certainly helped.
Tracey couldn't down all of his ten inches, she wasn't that good yet, but she was eager enough to get Harry to the back of her throat. She choked, maybe even gagged, but soon she was bobbing up and down on his cock. Her blowjob was fast and inexpert, but she knew enough not to use her teeth, and her enthusiasm mixed together with her lips felt damn good.
While Tracey gave Harry a blowjob, Daphne kept busy behind her, guiding her, coaxing her onto her knees on the floor. Now sucking Harry off while on knees, her ass sticking up in the air and her tits pillowing beneath her arms, Tracey barely noticed as Daphne pulled her conservative skirt and plain white panties down over her magnificent ass.
Tracey barely noticed when Daphne took a long, loving look at her bare, pale, and enormous yet tight ass, cocking a glance Harry's way and mouthing 'wow!' while Tracey still went down on him. It was impossible, from this angle, for Tracey to notice Daphne pulling off her tight black leather top, exposing her beautifully pale tits to the world.
What Tracey couldn't help but notice, however, was Daphne burying her face in her pussy. Tracey's eyes shot open in surprise and she moaned lustfully around Harry's cock as Daphne ate her pussy. She nearly let up, nearly pulled off his cock, but Harry was so close he just grabbed her by the hair and continued fucking into her face.
Tracey's eyes were wide, almost rolling back into her head from the pleasure as she sucked his cock while Daphne ate her out. It was far from the best blowjob Harry had ever had, but with Tracey so hot, he wasn't complaining.
Tracey's moans became a high-pitched wail when Daphne pushed two of her fingers into her pussy. When Daphne pushed another finger into her asshole, however, Tracey went off with yet another powerful orgasm.
"Oh fuck, oh fuck, OH FUCK!" Harry roared as Tracey's orgasm set him off, cumming deep into her mouth, down her throat. Though taken off guard at first, Tracey made a good effort to swallow his cum down, but the flow was just too much, too hard, and she couldn't take it all. She came up for air, his cock still shooting rope after rope of cum all over her face, and neck and her sweater stretched across her massive rack.
Wobbly, Tracey pushed herself up onto her knees, looking down at the mess Harry made all over her and taking one last gulp of the cum still left in her mouth.
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